This deviation has been labeled as containing themes not suitable for all deviants.
Log in to view

Deviation Actions

diddles25's avatar
By
Published:
1.2K Views

Literature Text

This content is unavailable.
I am a California boy and, as California is in the middle of a drought, I keep hoping that we get the rain that we need (and that I get the boyfriend/husband that I want). As a nod to the legendary sapphist Greek poet, Sappho, I have written this poem in sapphic verse.

I am very much a food enthusiast and I enjoy the different crops that each season offers, but I have a weakness for summertime fruits. In imitation of my previous poem, "A Homoerotic Song of Solomon", I wanted to convey my longing for rain, succor against global climate change, and my longing for romance in sensuous nature imagery and all manner of sensuous imagery.

The gods mentioned here are of ancient Ireland;

Manannan Mac Lir is the god of the sea and of the weather.

Áine is the goddess of love, fertility, and livestock. She is especially associated with the midsummer and the color red and she is often pictured with a red mare.

Grian is the goddess of the sun (and "grian" is the word for "sun" in Irish and Scots Gaelic) and is either a sister of Áine or a different aspect of Áine herself.

Danu is the matriarch of the Irish gods. She is a river goddess and has come to be associated with the land, as well. She is not unlike the Greek Gaea, Mut and Isis of Ancient Egypt, Asherah of ancient Canaan, and Pachamama of Indigenous Peruvian religion.

Aengus Mac Óg is the god of love, youth, and beauty. He has four birds in his employment who carry messages of love.
Mature
© 2014 - 2024 diddles25
Comments22
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

Reading the poem is an experience, and how do I express my gratitude for it? By telling you how great it is? By hoping---wishing---praying that you will find a Love, and a lover, that are as powerfully expressive as this Poem, and all of your Poems; a lover who embodies all of the pleasures and perspectives that you embody in words for your readers.


For years, I have been very smug about the Poetry and Poets I love, and that I love to read. Each of them has fit into a special place, like the stars in a constellation. But your Poetry, as it is revealed in each of the individual Poems you have posted, defies all my careful arrangements of my reading experience. It is like watching the emergence of a proto-star, rising out of a nebula, igniting and beginning to radiate its beauties of light and warmth. But more than that, your Poetry is like a massive star that occupies the very center of its galaxy, and about which all of the stars of that galaxy swirl and spiral. That is how you have come, as a Supreme Poet, to the center of my reading experience; and how,guide by your Poems, I have come to the beauty of your verbal artistry. For the first time in decades, I have reverted back to my early experience of reading Poetry---that, when I read yourlines, all sense, all remembrance, and all process of comparison of and to other poems simply collapses, because the rising of your Poetry into the sky of my reading, and the beautiful shimering of the light it radiates there, allows for no other consideration of anything else.